Promise Ring, The
12 Sweaters Red
Peppermint candy; the heart of a broken story. I can hear the radio on inside. May I have this dance? I won't die so I won't forget. Mourning morning, I'm trying to keep from sleeping. Greys lose line into air, crosses your heart. There are no miles speculated to trace a line around your heart. No miles to trace a line around you.
From Letras Mania